Timely succor alone saved the Bohemian.
"He will be rewarded for capturing my lance," said Rodolph, calmly.

"Had not his friends been so fleet, he might have had his recompense in another world." But the Suabians, opposed to three times their number, were beginning to retreat, when Otto of Nordheim, true to his word, emerged from the mist and fell upon the enemy's flank.
"Well done, thou Saxon eagle!" exclaimed Rodolph, eagerly, seeing the discomfited foe staggering before this unexpected and vigorous attack.
"Henry of Stramen, ride to the duke, and tell him he has won the day." Rodolph, surrounded by some of his barons, among whom were the lords of Hers and Stramen and Gilbert, was posted upon a little knoll, watching the progress of the fight, when Henry returned with Otto's acknowledgments to the king.
"Sire!" said Albert of Hers, riding up to the monarch, "your cunning rival there has profited by this mist, and I think we may now turn it to our account." "How ?" asked the king.
"The enemy has left his camp in our rear--we may cross the river unperceived and surprise it.

Give me five hundred men, and I will not leave him as much as would satisfy a peasant." Rodolph instantly acceded to the request, and commanded the Baron of Stramen to assist in the enterprise.

Though somewhat loath to unite in any undertaking with his sworn enemy, Sir Sandrit had learned to subdue his personal prejudices for the welfare of Germany.

And perhaps his desire to avenge his recent wrongs overpowered his aversion to the author of older injuries.